﻿ Too often I stumble. Too often a helix hangs heavily in the air I breathe. Yesterday I was two cloves of crushed garlic. Two days ago on the perpetual snowline I stood. Today I am a shriveled beetle or The beaten snake is me. Now and then I stand with an unlit candle. Without …

What came across in that place, left a mark untouched. Too delicate, too shabby What you got, went away. All the laughter and smiles are stored in the vessel to be drowned by forceful currents. Like the leaf which sang elegies before being flowed over by tides. Like that bird which chattered before being stroked …

One day he will sing his song. And the words will drip from his lips, Ripened with strength. Strong plants will grow from the seeds His aging hands are sowing. He will hold your broken hand In his mouth like a wolf, Then tell you what you write is admirable. He …

Eisenstein’s ‘Battleship Potemkin’ was not about 1917 but, in the film, the director unleashed upon the screen the possibilities the year’s cataclysmic events had allowed artists from all walks of life to imagine. The depicted mutiny by the crew of the vessel was part of the wave of insurrectionary activity sweeping across the Russian Empire …

I am, The upside-down carcass of everything You loved and desired, But now you look at me with such disdain. Dead and rotten, Twisted and hung On display-for you to see. I am, The cremated remains of the happiness We’d forgotten, that still floats around in the air. If you breathe in, You might still …

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